“If only you could hold my heart and understand what you left behind.”

The more I spoke of it, the faster it slipped away from me.

Love me hard or leave me, quickly.

A kiss in a dream, so vivid, it is mistaken for a memory.

If people are their deepest thoughts and darkest secrets, I’m convinced that no one really knows anybody.

I love you, selflessly. From afar, through tears, and in my loneliness.

They might even love you back but that doesn’t mean that you’re meant to be together.

If I wasn’t worthy of explanation, you aren’t worth being remembered.

I have touched you in dreams, wishing to kiss you on the other side of it.

Note to self: stop being so soft, remember what he did and move along.

His laugh sounds an awful lot like my happiness.

Drank about you last night, hungover you this morning.

I’m a romantic and that’s the tragedy.

If only I could kiss you as often as I think about it.

I must have loved you before, in another life, beyond a dream, across centuries.

I just want to be held without having to explain myself.

Imagine how you’ll love when healed.

Thank you so much for breaking my heart because you got me four Grammys.

She decided to name the stars. And as each one fell from the sky, her body got warmer. Her heart opened.

My prayer today is that we will feel the loving arms of God wrapped around us, and will know in our hearts that He will never forsake us as we trust in Him.

The mind defines, decides, doubts and divides – only the heart truly binds.

It is about time we listen to our crazy young forgotten hearts.

The uplift of a fearless heart will help us over barriers. No one ever overcomes difficulties by going at them in a hesitant, doubtful way.

If a dream has been planted in your heart, nobody can keep you from the harvest.

A tragedy is; I choose you. You choose me. Hearts choose safety.